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A Horse's Memory.

"Say, friend, you are on my horse," said one gentleman to another as he reined I his horse before the door. ,• "Your horse ! Oh, no; why I bought this horse two years ago !" •. " You did !" answered the other; "well,' I lost my horse—lfc was stolen—just tw;o years ago." The conversation took place under the far-spreading oaks of an old-time plantation home^ ,iA planter was surprised to , see his hoVseU;eturn home after two years, and ridden by a gentleman who evidently had bought the horse in good faith. After some conversation the old owner of the horse, with much earnestness said: "Well, sir, if you will dismount, unsaddle the horse and he don't go to the fence, take the bars down, walk to the well, and if he don't find water in the bucket let it down the well, and then walk off to his old stable, I will give up arid; that horse isn't mine !" "At your word ; the, horse is yours if he does all that," j cried the visitor, and leapiiig from the horse, unsaddled it. What was his astonishment when the horse went straight to.- the fence, let down./ the bars, crossed ' over, went to the • well, ari!d finding no water,'-let the 'bucket down,,and then,, as though he had left home bub yesterday, walked to the old stable! The"'animal remembered the trick, and the owner recovered his horse. There are those living now who can attest to the truth of this \ story, though it happened years ago.' —"St; Louis Globe Democrat."

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